A Shadow at The Biograph

"Take my sweet little pussy!" She begged him. He pounded her tight little quim with unrelenting lust before finally, he cried out like an animal. As John's thick cock exploded inside her, the hot rush of his cum filled her cunt and she felt every nerve ending in her body flood with pleasure. This time she saw stars and collapsed like a rag doll over the arm of the couch.

When she came to, John was nowhere to be found. Chloe got herself together and rushed to join the others, figuring she'd probably nearly missed the trolley again... Standing by herself in front of the theater she saw no one at all and the streets were strangely quiet. She thought to herself 'This time really done it, I've actually "missed the bus".' She stood there motionless for a moment, revisiting the events of the evening in her head. She smiled. Then she saw the flash of headlights and heard the roar of the trolley circling back around to pick her up. The crowd on board was rockus and loud. Susan grabbed her by the hand and pulled her aboard.

"Where have you been?" her friend demanded but didn't wait for an answer.

"Come over here, there's someone I want you to meet." Chloe could tell Susan was a bit tipsy when she leaned in close.

I really enjoyed this but if you need to tell us someone was a ghost or whose ghost they were, then they weren't. Next time work these details into the story. The ghost could tell he is John Dillinger and she takes it as a joke. She could have noticed that his reflection in the mirror was translucent or perhaps when all was done she could see a photo on the wall of JD and realize what had happened.